Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.